American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 513 Shelter
Upon hearing this, Michael rolled his eyes at Roy.

“Mr. Black, do you think I don’t know you?”

This was the first time Roy had ever seen such an expression on the face of the Angel of Judgment.

Shocked, Roy scratched his head in disbelief.

"But I did send the Godslayer back to the Spirit Book!"

"Alright, Mr. Blake, I just wanted to remind you, not to doubt you. Let's talk about something more important!"

Roy's expression turned serious; he knew Michael wouldn't come to Earth at this time without a reason.

"Michael, just say what you have to say."

"Mr. Black, you also see that the world is heading towards destruction. Don't you want to save the world?"

"Of course I want to, but how do I do it?"

Michael looked at Roy.

"To save the world, the prerequisite is to find that savior."

"Savior?"

Roy frowned slightly. He didn't really believe in the so-called savior of the Extreme Church, after all, he was a student of the University of Tokyo.

There has never been a savior, nor has there ever been a god or emperor.

However, the only thing Roy could think of to save the world was to find the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and kill them.

"Is it really necessary to find a savior? Even defeating the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse won't work?"

Michael turned his head and continued to look at the rising sun.

“Mr. Black, I know what you’re thinking. But the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are just the vanguard of the coming apocalypse. Something far more terrifying will appear after them. Otherwise, with the power of the four archangels, they might not be unable to deal with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

So that’s it!
Roy nodded.

"I understand. So where should we look for our savior?"

"That's the problem! Only God's messenger Gabriel knows the identity of the Savior, but Gabriel refuses to reveal the Savior's identity to us! I can only be certain that the Savior will be born in North America, and I know nothing else."

At this point, Michael sighed.

"Michael, do you want me to help you find a savior?"

"Yes, many hands make light work. Only by spreading out our search as much as possible can we find the savior's location as soon as possible."

"I understand, I'll try my best to keep an eye out for the savior! By the way, what are the characteristics of that savior?"

"The birth of the savior will definitely be accompanied by some special celestial phenomenon, and with your current strength, you will definitely react when you see the savior."

So amazing?

Roy raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, Michael, I’m going to the East Coast to find my friend now. If I find the Savior, I’ll contact you immediately.”

Roy didn't forget his mission; he still had to find Jennifer and the others.

"I understand. I'll head southwest now and go check out Mexico."

After saying this, Michael turned and walked down from the platform.

Watching the black-clad nun's departing figure, Roy couldn't help but call out to her.

"Michael!"

Michael turned around in surprise.

"be careful!"

Upon hearing this, Michael's face broke into a bright smile.

“You must also be careful, Mr. Black! Oh, and there’s one more thing I forgot to tell you! If you encounter any of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse alone, there’s no need to fight them. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse must be killed at the same time to put them all into a deep sleep! Otherwise, the best option is to seal them away.”

"Okay! If you need help, just keep saying my name in your heart, and I will definitely appear."

And so, Roy watched as Michael disappeared into the plains outside the oil refinery.

Then, Roy walked toward Claudia, who was standing below.

"Claulia, let's go straight to Boston!"

Roy had just gotten on his blue compact scooter when he heard Claudia suddenly speak.

"Roy, are all human emotions this complicated?"

"Ha! Claudia, you, a silicon-based being, know what emotions are?"

"Of course! On Cybertron, male Transformers can also date female Transformers!"

So you guys help each other with their physical needs too?

This topic was a bit too sensitive, but Claudia and Roy had a very special relationship, so the conversation quickened after she set off.

"Cybertronians don't have physical needs; our connection is more about spiritual connection."

"Hmm? Your lives must be pretty boring!"

"However, I still quite like the way you humans communicate."

Roy raised an eyebrow, looking at Claudia with some disbelief.

"Claulia, are you serious?"

"Perhaps it was during the Silent Hill incident that my system got infected with a virus. I can never forget what happened that time."

Roy's expression turned strange. He knew that Claudia was referring to the time he lost control and rode the unicycle.

Unexpectedly, Claudia still remembered it and seemed to have a lingering attachment to it.

"Claulia, you don't want to try again, do you?"

"Maybe I should be brave and give it a try! Roy, will you help me?"

“Claulia, you know I’ve always had a hard time refusing beautiful ladies.”

As he spoke, countless black tentacles appeared behind Roy, tentacles that could penetrate matter and reach the interior of living beings.

"Ah! Roy, I wasn't talking about now!"

"Hehe, it's too late!"

Boston, one of America's oldest cities, is where the first shot of the American Revolutionary War was fired, but it has since been completely destroyed.

First came the resurrection of zombies and the undead, followed by nuclear war; no city could withstand such devastation.

When Roy arrived in Boston riding Claudia, all he saw was desolation and ruins.

There was no life, no color, no light.

The entire east coast was covered by radioactive fallout from the nuclear war, and there was no sunlight at all.

"It's a terrible war. It reminds me of Cybertron, where the Decepticons and Autobots fought a war like this."

Seeing the state of things in Boston made Claudia feel distressed. "So we must change all of this! Claudia, go to the witch school."

Roy learned from Lilith that the last time she contacted Jennifer and the others, they said they were going to Robbie Shaw School for Gifted Girls.

So Roy wanted to go to the witch school to see if there were any clues.

The witch school was located in the suburbs of Boston, so it was lucky to escape being directly destroyed by a nuclear bomb.

However, due to various factors, this ancient building has become dilapidated.

When a house is uninhabited and unmaintained, it will quickly become dilapidated and run-down.

If Roy had arrived any later, the whole house might have collapsed.

"Claulia, please search around and let me know if you find anything."

"no problem!"

Claudia transformed into human form. After being imbued with Roy's hellish energy, her human form was no longer the unicycle shape, but rather closer to the image of a succubus, somewhat resembling a mechanical succubus.

One person and one computer searched the witch school but found nothing, only that the people in the house had hurriedly packed their bags and left.

"That shouldn't be the case! With Jennifer and Nydy's intelligence, it's impossible that they didn't leave me some information."

"Roy, is it possible that the message was indeed left behind, but you just can't see it?"

"Can't see it? Could it be..."

Roy quickly activated his Eye of Truth and, sure enough, saw a line of text written with magic on the wall directly opposite the door.

Even after a year, the text remained remarkably clear, clearly indicating the use of highly advanced magic.

However, the magical aura here at the witch school is so abundant that this line of magical text is hardly noticeable under the cover of other magic.

"It seems Jennifer and the others have been picked up by Gerald and taken to the shelter in Washington, D.C. Claudia, let's go!"

As America's capital, Washington, D.C. had already built comprehensive refuge facilities as early as the 1980s.

That was during the Cold War, when America and the Soviet Union were at loggerheads, and people all over the world faced the shadow of nuclear war.

It was also during that era that two distinct groups emerged in America: the hedonistic hippies and the survival players who frantically dug shelters under houses to store food and weapons.

As the area with the most American elites, Washington, D.C. naturally has a large number of underground shelters.

These shelters were built to prepare for nuclear war, and the food and fresh water they contain can last for hundreds of years, but there are conditions for entering them.

You need to be at least a senator to be eligible to enter, right?
Furthermore, a senator can only bring a maximum of two family members into the shelter; to bring more people in, you need to be of a higher rank.

However, Jennifer and her friends were different. They were not originally qualified to enter the sanctuary, but Gerald took them along, and with the help of the witches, they were able to successfully enter a sanctuary.

At this moment, inside a closed-off shelter area, a group of women are having a silent meal.

Is this all the food we have?

Heather looked at the few beans in front of her with a worried expression.

Zoe nodded.

"This is the last food."

Jennifer carefully put a bean into her mouth and chewed it repeatedly, as if hoping to discover a new flavor.

But no matter how much you chew a bean, you can never taste the flavor of steak.

At this moment, the hot-tempered Madison slammed his fist on the table.

"Damn it! If only we had just killed those disgusting guys back then, none of this would have happened!"

Claire sighed.

"There's no such thing as knowing beforehand. If we could know what the future would bring, we wouldn't even be traveling to Maine."

These words filled Ashley with immense guilt. Over the years, she had always felt that it was her naive plan that had trapped everyone in this shelter.

So Ashley pushed the food in front of her away.

"You guys eat, I won't eat."

Nidy sensed Ashley's feelings and kindly offered her some comfort.

"Ashley, none of this concerns you, don't overthink it! I have a feeling Roy will be back soon!"

Madison gritted his teeth.

"If you ask me, we might as well fight those guys outside! Even if we die, we'll at least take a few people down with us!"

Jennifer looked at Madison.

"Madison, be quiet! You're only wasting your energy like this!"

Madison glared angrily at Jennifer.

The morale in the room was extremely low, and a sense of despair pervaded everyone's hearts.

Here's what happened: Initially, the high-ranking officials and nobles were very welcoming of so many beautiful women entering the shelter, since everyone needs entertainment even in the apocalypse.

Unfortunately, once a nuclear war actually broke out, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

In the absence of normal social order, power becomes the sole criterion, and witches happen to be those who possess power.

The powerful Apocalypse Society and women like Jennifer inevitably became thorns in the side of ordinary people, especially those bureaucrats and members of parliament who had long held high positions.

These people naturally didn't want their fate to be in Jennifer's hands, even though Jennifer and her group hadn't shown any malice.

The villain always assumes everyone is on the same moral level as him, so a conspiracy against Jennifer and the witches begins.

When it comes to scheming and trickery, how could Jennifer and her friends possibly be a match for these people? So, without realizing it, they fell into their trap.

The federal government has been secretly researching how to control witches. Although the plan has not been successful, they have developed something in progress: a drug that can gradually make witches lose their powers.

Therefore, some powerful figures attempted to weaken the Apocalypse Society by adding this drug to their food.

This drug requires long-term use to be effective, similar to the genetically modified food that inhibits mutants in Logan.

By the time the witches realized something was wrong, their powers had been greatly weakened. For example, Madison, who could originally lift tens of tons with her mind, now struggled to lift even a chair.

Moreover, this drug actually worked on Jennifer, Heather, and Penny, while only Nedy and Claire, thanks to their angelic blood, barely resisted it.

It is through the power of the two angels that the ladies are able to maintain their independence.

But at this point, the food supply for the ladies was cut off, and now they can't even get food laced with weakening drugs.

If things continue as they are, the women could starve to death in a week at most.

"At least we're still alive, and we don't know how Mr. Orin is doing."

When Gerald was mentioned, the ladies fell silent; they were able to hide in this corner of the refuge entirely thanks to Gerald's help.

However, Gerald is also considered a traitor by the opposing side, and his fate is now unknown.

Just then, a delicious aroma wafted from outside the blocked gate—the smell of canned tomato and beef. In peacetime, this kind of food would hardly be given a second glance, but in the current shelter, it was truly a delicacy.

"Listen up, you people inside! If you give up and come out immediately, you can enjoy this delicious food!"

Claire (Anne Hathaway)
(End of this chapter)